A Guide to Rehabilitation of Broken Love in the Cultivation World

Chapter 3

I've always thought for a long time that this is an amazing world where you hear all kinds of exciting news every day.

During the qi training period, Zhang San, a minor cultivator, strayed into the ancient forbidden land to obtain the ancient inheritance, and became a world-renowned master in just a few years; Li Si, a tablet girl, picked up an overseas strange prescription, and after taking it, her chest grew violently and fainted countless times. His rival in love turned from a spare tire to a regular one overnight and became a real fruit with a certain handsome man; the poor man Wang Wu recognized his godfather in the stage of transformation, and since then he has worn gold and silver, eaten delicious food and spicy food, and even replaced his mount with a limited-edition ice phoenix...

These inspirational stories all remind us that the world is beautiful and miracles are always happening.Those familiar names and the exciting stories written by the writers hypnotize you all the time-good luck is by your side, you are the center of the world, to be no.1.

However, in fact, there are so many bad people in this world, and how many of them can stand up and get a little kindness that life bestows on you.

What's more - you graduated from the Zongmen, and the goddess you had a crush on for several years married a certain bald golden core, and you have worked hard all your life to even fail to pass the hurdle of foundation establishment, and you have worked tremblingly for decades But he couldn't even afford a piece of land on the edge of the city, so he managed to save some Lingshi and was evaporated by inflation before it was warmed up.

You can get married, but you can't afford to raise a baby, you can fight a gangster, and you can't find a bride, so those glittering and inspirational stories sound more like they are designed to laugh at your precarious life.

In the past, I have actually accepted that I am not the protagonist in the story, and I carefully hold the little happiness in my hand, contented.

But in the end, I couldn't even retain the last trace of warmth.

The world is so big that I actually feel a sense of being homeless.

Seeing that it was getting late, the festive and lively atmosphere in the city reminded me euphemistically and sincerely all the time - I don't belong here.

I should wait for Qingming to come again, wearing sackcloth, so that I can perfectly blend into every funeral convoy, plug and play, without any sense of disobedience.

But right now, these songs and dances, talking and laughing are more like a harsh cold snap to me, revealing the cruelty of nature.

Now I urgently need a burrow to go into hibernation and survive this long winter-although I may never wake up next spring.

I just walked on the street like a walking dead for an unknown amount of time until I came to a wine shop.

(End of this chapter)